Approved by the Comics Code Authority.

[jacktellslies]

I was reading Desolation Jones and making fun of Warren Ellis. Yes, Warren, we know. You want your government to kidnap you, tie you up, and feed you nothing but amphetamines and horrors for a year. You've told us already. You're precious.

That night I dreamed that I was a woman and an alien. My accent was Russian and thick in my purple mouth. (They'd won the space war and colonised.) I lived on a space station. And I could get drunk by going down on girls. They were the daughters of stars and tasted like schnapps on my space tongue.

So, Warren, I'm sorry. You can have whatever you want. I'll be drinking heavily and watching Doctor Who as pornography should you need anything.

Beth and I are debating whether or not we should attend the New York comic book convention on Saturday. Grant Morrison will be there, and we've agreed that if she asks him to sign Apocalipstick from his giant cock (with love!) I'll ask him to sign Pop Magic! from his even larger ego.

Comments

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

I was rather surprised myself. I suppose comic books do rot your brain after all.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

I guess I best hie myself to a comic store and see what I've been missing. I stopped reading comics back when The Tick came out. And I think I have some vintage Cherry Poptart and Butterscotch somewhere.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

Ha! I haven't seen any Cherry Poptart in ages. That's wonderful.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

I KNEW you'd know Cherry Poptart *grin*
She's my girl. I can't walk thru the cereal aisle at the grocery without thinking of her.

I think I have a comic book version (if one may call it that) of Story of O as well. Must clean out the Closet of Doom and see what secret treasures lie within.